This will hurt me...

Please excuse me for a moment, I do believe that I need to vomit.

The sixth-ugliest building in Sandy Bay. Marieville Esplanade, Sandy Bay. September 2011. So I have the flu. Bravery / foolhardiness compelled me to go to work yesterday (that and a meeting that I really didn't want to have to reconvene), and it was indeed a struggle. To give you an idea, try this on for size: work up a nice little temperature and then chair a meeting in the late-afternoon (with teleconference), within which you also have to do a fair whack of the talking, as you arranged the thing. After valiantly making my way through the meeting (relatively) unscathed, the voice completely gives up the ghost in the cab on the way back to the office. Thus I find myself 'resting' at home today. Kogel mogel all around! Have you ever tried to pull to rowdy children through the delicate art of mime?

We scoot we skate we run we roll we flip we tumble we fumble we flop we cartwheel we skip we hop we jump we walk we talk we moan we groan we slink we slouch we grouch we go home. Repeat to fade.

Who stole that brick and how did they get up there? Sandy Bay Road, Sandy Bay. September 2011. I'm on struggle street today. Burdened down by what seems like a flu but with a meeting so important that it cannot be postponed, I suspect that today is going to be a very long day .™ I think that I'll need provisions, including: Handkerchief (x 3). Grapefruit. Orange juice (with pulp). Bottle of water. Forlorn gazes out of window at sunshine.

And BOOM goes the dynamite!

No-one Came Here For A Lecture On Communism. The living room, Geilston Bay. September 2011. There are at lest two pair of elite athlete's feet here. The other pair I suspect is good at knitting. Let's go to the tape...

Cold? You don't know cold! Why, when I were a lad we'd be thankful for this kind of cold! I'd go to sleep every night thankfully that I had a blanket of snow keeping me warm at night!

Don't believe the spelling and punctuation. St George's Terrace, Battery Point. September 2011 Sunday Top Five already? Okay, now it's time for My Top Five Favourite Married To The Sea Cartoons This Sunday Morning ! V. IV. III. II. I. Don't forget to visit Married To The Sea and browse through the back catalogue...

Because I am young, and I am hip and so beautiful. I am going to be a supermodel I did not eat yesterday. And I am not going to eat today. And I am not going to eat tomorrow. Because I am going to be a supermodel.

A bee's dream. Grace Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011. There are things that you like and things that you do not like and there are things in between. I suspect that the in-between category is the biggest for me, but by golly "things that you don't like" is a biggun. To Elsie , William Carlos Williams The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its isolate lakes and valleys, its deaf-mutes, thieves old names and promiscuity between devil-may-care men who have taken to railroading out of sheer lust of adventure— and young slatterns, bathed in filth from Monday to Saturday to be tricked out that night with gauds from imaginations which have no peasant traditions to give them character but flutter and flaunt sheer rags—succumbing without emotion save numbed terror under some hedge of choke-cherry or viburnum— which they cannot express— Unless it be tha...

Now hold still Henry, we'll have that snake poison sucked out of your ear in no time...

Beetlemania #1. Bellerive Beach, August 2011. The Heart of the Matter by Graham Greene is essentially a book about unhappiness. Like most of Greene's great novels, it pursues one man's journey through a series of moral dilemmas as the 'righteous' are tested. Oh how they are tested! The character of Henry Scobie is probably Greene's greatest creations, a British colonial police officer stationed in some backwater West African town during World War Two. A Catholic, Scobie is indeed a righteous man who pays (in spades) for that trait. Happiness, duty, pity and piety beguile Scobie as he journeys down a path that willingly secures his own eternal damnation (while we watch). Indeed, any tale whereby damnation is assured through and excess of compassion is bound to be an interesting one. To add to the uplifting tone, the book is also about failure: failure to love, failure to be loved, failure to communicate, failure to please, failure to protect; indeed, Sc...

No, he isn't tied to a stake and he is not about to be shot. ---Transmission ends---

All in all it's just another crack in the wall. Princes Street, Sandy Bay. August 2011. 1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? "Christ..." 2. How much cash do you have on you? 54 dollars and 80 cents. 3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR? Rapport. 4. Favorite planet? Venus. 5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? No idea. 6. What is your favourite ring tone on your phone? "Ring ring." 7. What shirt are you wearing? A cream short-sleeve one with blue(-ish) pinstripes. 8. Do you label yourself? Not consciously. 9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing? Dr. Martens boots. 10. Bright or Dark Room? This morning: dark. Usually: bright. 11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? I love them very, very much. Whomever they are. 12. What does your watch look like? This . 13. What we...